This episode was basically about multiple suicides, so if you think that might be triggering best stay clear of it and this review. Which is unfortunate, since we finally have an episode featuring more of the Mills sisters together, kicking evil’s butt and hugging each other. The show’s strength is the Mills sisters and the sooner the writers understand that the better.
Once more, the episode starts with the Cranes, though this time instead of enjoying dream/nightmare post-coital snuggles, they are enjoying an own-brand version of the Bachelor. And yes, they are enjoying it, even Ichabod, despite his complaining and especially because of it. The man loves nothing better.
What was interesting about this scene was the couple’s contrasting approach to love. Katrina sees it as a gift, something beautiful and wonderful, but also something that you choose to bestow. Ichabod sees love as having more of an 80’s rock ballad twist to it. Lighten up dude.
This episode opens with a glorious post-coital flashback scene between Katrina and Ichabod. Given the fact that it seems to be taking place between extended periods of them not seeing each other, as well as the theme of the entire episode, I’m guessing this is the night cute baby Jeremy was conceived. Awwww!
I was very happy to see an absence of the dreaded L-shaped cover but even happier to find out through Katrina’s complaints that General Washington was coming between the couple. I hope she shares this with Abbie so that they can make fun of Ichabod as a team.
We open with a distressed and disheveled Ichabod and since I’m a very classy broad my first observation was that it looked like something that rhymes with chasm denial. It’s actually yoga, because apparently that’s how young kids these days train for the apocalypse, a far cry from alcohol and demon blood dependency, which was the Winchesters’ approach in days of yore.
What follows is an argument about the legitimacy of the word buns and Ichabod’s firm (heh) belief that Ms. Minaj’s popular song should have been ‘My anaconda don’t want none unless you got double jugs, hun’. It somehow still works.
First victim to this awful malady is apparently sweet Caroline. The opening scene was especially amusing to me, since the two actors have played Mr. Bingley and Jane Bennet respectively in different adaptations of Pride and Prejudice. Even her name made me think of P&P (which was name-dropped last episode by Nick).
Now, Ichabod’s refusal to let go of his past, at least as far as menswear is concerned, probably led to quite a number of encounters with this young woman, who utterly enamored, not only made him clothes, but also churned butter for him –not a colonial euphemism. Ichabod was completely oblivious up to the moment when she decided to go in for a kiss.